Technical data
Name: Corr Dallo
Species: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Padawan
Master: Odon Kysk (deceased)
Former master(s): Odon Kysk
Time/location of capture: Jedi Temple/Sacking of Coruscant
Concerning you
As a prisoner, your wardrobe is limited. When you were captured, how do you look and what clothes do you have on now?
I am tall, standing at a good 6’3 or so. However, despite my height, I have a slimmer build. While my muscles are well toned from years of combat, training and exercise, they are smaller than what would be expected of my height (He is built more like a runner than a football player). I have sandy blond hair that I keep cut short but spiked on top. My skin is fair, a common trait of my homeworld Thakar. Another relic from my birth planet is my blue eyes. They are a striking blue, deep and bright. While somewhat of an often sight among Thakarans, it has proven to be quite surprising to many foreigners.
Usually, I dress in a simple brown tunic with a hood attached to it and brown trousers. I wear plate armor pauldrons on both my shoulders, with the sigil of the Republic on the right one. I also usually wear a utility belt with a hook for my lightsabers and compartments for numerous different tools that are often required while on the battlefield. However, since being captured, I only have my trousers and white undershirt that’s been ripped to shreds left.
You got captured. Did you make any mistakes that led to this, or were others at fault?
My capture was completely fault. Well, at least as much of my fault when the Sith scum attack without warning. I had been just one of the numerous Jedi that had been at the Temple during the attack, at the time waiting for my reassignment after the death of my master at the Battle of Rhen Var. I was helping defend the Temple against the attack when I caught sight of the Trandoshan Sith Lord Sish. Instead of thinking, I immediately attacked Sish, as it was he who slew my master on Rhen Var. I regret my decision, not for the fact that he overpowered and captured me, but that I gave into the Dark Side and acted out of rage and a desire for revenge.
The Force is your ally. How do you use it?
Mostly, I use the Force as a calming sense within my life. I have often struggled with my emotions and the chaos that has defined my life nearly from birth. As a result, my master taught me how to meditate and to be one with the Force, so that I can calm and organize myself, and resist the effects of the Dark Side. Besides from this, I also use the Force in a combat role, as to be expected. As a user of the IV Form Ataru, I often use the force to help keep myself moving and make myself an agile opponent.
Having the Force did not keep you safe. What other skills can help you escape?
Besides the Force, I am a considerably skilled fighter pilot. While not one of the aces of the Republic Fleet, I am a more than formidable opponent while in the cockpit and have proven myself on numerous occasions in battle against the Sith Empire. I am also quite a decent shot with a blaster rifle, as I was taught how to fight and how to shoot from a young age, before I was brought to the Temple and have since continued the practice at least slightly. I have acceptable survival skills, as well, able to provide for myself within the wilderness if necessary.
What was your life like before you got captured? Which major events shaped your life?
I have known war all my life. I was born into it and have never truly been able to escape it. I am just one of multiple generations that have been into the Great Galactic War over the past thirty years. I was born on Thakar, a temperate continental world in the Mid-Rim. It had a variety of different biomes, from sprawling jungles to desert wastelands. Thakar was once a peaceful and average planet, whose citizens once went about their day to day lives, or so I’m told. I only knew a different Thakar, one that was torn apart by war.
Thakar was one of the many planets that were touched by the Great Galactic War. The ruling family, the Andarins, were overthrown by a usurper supported by the Sith Empire. While the usurper had a large army and a good number of supporters, these were mostly off-worlders. The majority of Thakarians hated the Sith’s oppression, as the usurper's forces often massacred dissident groups and violated many of their basic rights. It is no surprise that a resistance force soon formed, fighting to drive back the usurper and liberate their world. Ever since the invasion, Thakar has been torn apart by civil war.
This was the world I was born into. I am the second son of Ikar and Yeren Dallo, two of the most instrumental leaders in the Thakarian resistance. My early years were at least somewhat protected from the war that raged across the planet, as my parents moved from place to place, planning the resistance and avoiding outright combat. However, my blissful ignorance from war changed by the time I reached my sixth birthday.
My parents, my elder brother Iarren, and myself were being harbored by an old family friend in a remote farm in the countryside of Jalban, Thakar’s largest continent. We had been there for a few weeks, longer than we normally stayed in such hiding spots, as my mother was pregnant and due for delivery. Our plan was to stay at that location long after the birth where the baby would be healthy enough for travel. We thought that we’d be safe. We were wrong.
My father, Iarren, and I were off on hunting in the nearby forest. It had been the first time I had ever shot a blaster rifle and it had been my first kill. That day was also my first direct encounter with death. We were returning home when we found the house a smoldering wreck. A squadron of Imperial troops were combing through the ruins for any survivors. There were none. My mother, my unborn sibling, and the family that had been harboring us had all been murdered. From that day on, neither my brother or my father were ever the same.
We joined the main force of the resistance group, living with them in their headquarters, only occasionally moving when the risk of being discovered grew too high. My father no longer only planned attacks, but also joined them, fighting against the Empire with almost a religious zeal. My brother also joined in on these attacks, becoming a skilled fighter within the resistance. I could see within him the same cold shadow that my father had become, the shade driven only by revenge and kept alive by a shattered heart.
Yet as I grew older, I too helped in these attacks. At first, it was not through direct involvement. I would only go to a chosen attack sight, blending in with the crowd due to my young age and so able to sufficiently scout out the battlefield. Yet as the years went by, I eventually would join in the battle, usually firing from afar, as I had already begun to develop a skill in marksmanship. I was only eight years old when I claimed the life of another living being for the first time.
For four years after the death of my mother, the tattered of my remnants fought with the resistance. It was this period of time that fighting on Thakar was at its bloodiest, as the freedom fighters were spurred on by the zealous leadership of my father. While we were a severe annoyance to the Imperial forces, cutting off supply lines, destroying weapons caches, and ambushing patrols, we simply did not have the manpower nor the armaments to make a direct attack against the Sith. That was when the Republic finally arrived.
I don’t know what finally caused the Republic to come to Thakar’s aid, to finally expel the Sith from the loyal planet. While many members of the resistance were skeptical, including my father, for the Republic allowing Thakar to suffer so long, I was amazed by the sight of the Republic army. Their soldiers were far more organized and impressive than the civilian-turned-soldiers of the resistance ever would be. Their pilots were far more skilled. And that was the first time I ever saw a Jedi.
The Jedi leading the Republic forces were incredible sights. They were skillful warriors, able to cut through hordes of enemies with the littlest of ease. I couldn’t believe my eyes at the incredible abilities that they could do, which seemed impossible to any ordinary man. I would watch in wonder as the Jedi fought in the midst of battle, seemingly unconquerable.
The fighting was long and vicious upon the Republic’s arrival, as insurgency transitioned into all-out war. The resistance provided its aid to the Republic and proved instrumental in orchestrated the Sith’s defeat. While numerous lives were lost and entire cities were reduced to rubble, eventually the Republic succeeded in driving the Sith off planet.
Upon our victory, I thought that things would grow better again. I thought my father and brother would be happy. Yet if anything, they were even more hollow shells of themselves. My father was elected as the new leader of the planet for his role in the resistance and he immediately devoted himself to rebuilding his home, trying to distract himself from the ghosts of those that he had lost. My brother enlisted within the Republic Army, no doubt searching for the revenge he felt he had not claimed there. So, when one of the Jedi approached me and told me that I had a considerable connection to the Force, I was not all that distraught. I knew that things would never be the same and that I no longer had a life on Thakar and so I went with the Jedi to the Temple on Coruscant. I was ten years old.
Adjusting to life in the Temple was harsh. Not only was it the first time in practically my entire life that I wasn’t living in a warzone, but I was far older than the rest of the younglings and far less skilled in the Force than they were. I hated feelings incapable compared to them and so I devoted myself to training and learning. I would spend hours upon hours studying anything I could get my hands on in the library. I would spend days in the training rooms, honing my physical capabilities. I even often snuck out of the Temple and into the Coruscant underbelly in order to put my skills in the Force to the test, much to the chagrin of the Temple masters.
After four years as a youngling within the Temple, I was ready to take my Trials. They were not particularly challenging, as I was able to pass my Trial of Skill and Wisdom. My Trial of Insight was much harder, as I was given a special narcotic that caused me to hallucinate. The hallucination caused me to dream of being able to avenge my murdered mother. I was filled with a rage, wanting to strike down those that had killed her. I could hear my father and my brother urging me on. It had taken all of my willpower not to give into that rage, yet I managed to past. However, I have been haunted by how close I was to failing ever since.
After passing my Trials, I was selected by the Jedi Knight, Odon Kysk. He was a good man, light-hearted yet wise, carefree yet determined, a skilled warrior yet a peaceful scholar. He taught me that a Jedi should be prepared to fight but never go out looking for one. He taught me that a Jedi should spend as much time learning as they should protecting. Most of all, he taught me how to control my emotions. Odon could sense within me the stir of emotions that constantly brewed beneath the surface, the scars from my early life on warton Thakar. He knew that while I was not particularly gifted in being able to control the Force, he knew that I had a rare connection to it, that it flowed through me stronger than it did many others. He taught me how to become one with the Force, on how to calm myself and put aside the storm of feelings that often distracted me. Odon taught me how to find peace.
After being selected as Odon’s padawan, my brief respite from war was over. As a Jedi Knight and a skilled warrior, Odon was ordered to the frontlines of the war and I went with him. I saw many things while fighting. I had seen much of them before on Thakar, yet somehow this seemed more direct and personal. I saw friends and comrades die. I saw entire battalions wiped out by the Sith weapons of war. I saw homes destroyed, innocents murdered and families torn apart. I saw what would have been enough to drive any man over the edge.
Yet Odon Kysk taught me how to handle it all. He taught me how to create peace out of the chaos, how to control the emotions that such sights created. From him I learnt how to act out of logic and reasoning rather than raw emotion. Odon was truly the greatest master I could have asked for. Not only did he teach me everything that I know, but he was my greatest friend. He fulfilled the father figure role I lost when my mother died and my father retreated within himself. And that is why it hurt even more when he was killed on Rhen Var.
We had been ordered to support Shatele Shan and a number of other Jedi in driving the Sith out of Rhen Var, putting an end to the experiments and weapons development that was occurring there. It was one of the bloodiest battles we had fought in. Hundreds of lives paid for every foot we took on that planet. Unfortunately, my masters life was one of them.
It was towards the end of the assault, in the final attack on the Sith stronghold. The Sith survivors were defending their last stretch of ground with all they had. Me and my master were at the forefront, cutting a path through the enemy. Suddenly, a Trandoshan Sith appeared, engaging me and my master. We fought together, extensions of each other’s bodies, as we had long since grown accustomed to battling alongside one another. We were an overwhelming foe. We had the Sith on the ropes, driving him back. We were so close to finally defeating him when he got a lucky shot on my master.
That is the only way I could explain it. One second Odon was about to deliver the final blow against the Trandoshan, the next he had the Sith’s lightsaber through his chest and out his back.
I was overwhelmed by the sudden lost of my master. Before I could control myself, I lost that constant peace that the Force gave me. I succumbed to my emotions and attacked the Sith in an overwhelming attack. He was no doubt surprised at my sudden onslaught, as he was suddenly forced on the defensive. I would have slain him in that moment out of rage and vengeance, too, if an enemy missile hadn’t erupted near us, sending both of us flying. By the time I got back to my feet, the Sith had escaped.
I am constantly ashamed of that moment. I feel as if I sullied my master’s memory, especially immediately after his death, but succumbing to my emotions and acting out of rage. I hate myself for it and not a day passes where I do not beat myself up over it. It is the deepest scar that the war has left on me, even though it is not visible.
After the Republic was finally victorious at Rhen Var, I was sent back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant to recover and wait reassignment to a new master. It was while I was here that the Sith suddenly attacked Coruscant. I tried to help defend the Temple as best as I could, joining a number of other Jedi in defending the younglings and the troves of knowledge, artifacts and holocrons that the Temple held. However, this goal was broken when I spotted a Trandoshan Sith among the attackers.
Without thinking, I once again lost control of myself and of the Force and attacked the Sith. This time my attack was not nearly as strong and I was soon overpowered. I expected to be killed and a part of me relished in the thought, joyful to be able to rejoin my master and my mother and the sibling that I never knew. Unfortunately, much to my dismay, I was knocked unconscious and taken prisoner by the Sith. And that is how I’m here now.
How do you keep yourself calm in captivity? How do you keep your will to escape strong?
I rely on the Force to keep myself calm during captivity. I spend the majority of my time meditating, trying as best as I can to maintain control over myself through the Force by allowing it to flow through me and allowing myself to become one with it. However, occasionally this control will break, especially after a particularly gruesome form of torture from my captors. In this case I will go mad with rage, screaming at the top of my lungs for hours and fighting like a rabid animal to escape or at the very least, land a hit upon my captors.
How well do you hold up under pressure? Do you have a high pain threshold?
I do have a strong threshold for pain. By connecting myself with the Force, I fade away from my body, feeling the very currents of life itself that makes up the galaxy. By doing this, I am able to escape, or at the very least, ignore, the physical pain to my body, though sometimes it is too much and so breaks my concentration.
Lightsabers. Though you lost yours, it would be good to know what form(s) you use.
I have a very unique lightsaber combat style. My master, Odon Kysk, taught and caused me to specialize in the III Form, Soresu. I wield a Saberstaff with green sabers, as it reflects my determination to remain calm and collected while on the battlefield. While using my Saberstaff, I remain on the defensive, preferring to use my enemies attack against them. However, my Saberstaff is unique in that it is capable of splitting into two separate Lightsabers. This reflects my transition into the IV Form, Ataru, in which I play a much more aggressive and offensive role on the battlefield. I usually only use Ataru when my control of myself is lost or else the situation is desperate and so I tap into the emotions within. I mostly taught this form to myself, as my master did not entirely approve due to the dangers it may cause, and so I am not a master. However, it has proven quite useful on more than one occasion.
Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?
I do not believe I haved encountered any other Jedi, however I have encountered on Sith. He is a Trandoshan by the name of Sish and he was the Sith who killed my master, as well as defeated and captured me, bringing me to this prison.
Out of Character
How powerful is (s)he in the Force?
Corr is not extremely powerful in the Force. He does not have the sheer ability as some other Jedi do and so can not manipulate it in a variety of different ways that others can. However, he has a powerful connection the Force itself, stronger than that of most others. While he may not be able to control it, he can feel the Force unlike many others and can directly tap himself into the very fabric of life itself.
Has your character encountered members of the Strike Team / Rescuers before?
He has only truly encountered a member of the Strike Team, Iarren Dallo, Corr’s elder brother.
Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?
Corr is an extremely chaotic soul. It is mostly due to growing up in the middle of war and being exposed to death and destruction at such a young age. It definitely does not help that he wasn’t brought to the Temple until much later in his life, compared to most other younglings. As a result, Corr is constantly battling his emotions, trying to control them and resist the temptations of the Dark Side. Corr is also not the most personable of people. While he is actually quite charming and amusing once one gets to know him, it is difficult for him to open up and let others in. Also, Corr is not very powerful in the Force. While he has a basic mastery of it, and despite his powerful connection to it, he is incapable of using the Force in the powerful ways many other Jedi exhibit.
Is your character any good at holding out against torture?
Corr is extremely capable of handling physical torture, not only through the practice of becoming one with the Force, but through sheer will and strength. He controls him and fights his hardest to resist the pain. However, he is much more susceptible to mental torture, especially emotional. If one is able to break through his meditation and control of himself and tap that powderkeg of emotions and feelings, there is no telling what would happen to Corr.
What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?
Corr is an extremely withdrawn person. He does not easily makes friends. He is extremely determined and dedicated. As soon as he sets his mind on a goal, he will stop at nothing until he has achieved that goal, no matter how much it may exhaust him. Corr is also extremely jaded, as he has witnessed the effects of war his entire life. However, this is not to say Corr is not kind or friendly. If one is able to pierce the tough and secluded facade, they find a jokester and caring friend beneath, one who is loyal to death itself.
Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?
Pretty much everything is ok, I think. I’m fine with Corr dying, though I’d prefer if his death is meaningful, either to himself or to another character.
Do you want your character to escape?
While I’d personally prefer if Corr escaped, I’m fine if he doesn’t, such as if he needs to sacrifice himself so that other can escape.
how easily do you wish to be captured?
Already captured.
What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?
If Corr manages to escape, I see him doing a variety of different things. It depends on how scarred he is by the time he manages to escape. If he escapes relatively unscathed, I see him returning to the Temple and continuing his studies as a Padawan and eventually passing his trials. If he has suffered too much from what has occurred here, I see him becoming more of a Grey Jedi, as he struggles with the difference between the Light and Dark Side, and where that line is drawn.
Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?
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I don’t have any ideas as of now but if you see anything that might be worthwhile I’d love to hear about it!
